I was told by a 4-year-old that I have a big butt today. That's right! And just like that too. "You have a big butt" were the exact words that were used. Well, the truth hurts, doesn't it? Now I know what you're all thinking...Dylan. Nope, he's WAY too smart for a comment like that. He's long since figured out female flattery and uses it as often as possible. I think he takes after his Papi there. He tells me he loves my hair or my eyelashes or that I look like a beautiful princess and somewhere deep inside my fragile little ego, I love every second of it. Nope, it was another little 4-year-old child. I remember my niece telling me I was fat when Dylan was two days old, but I knew she loved me anyway and I WAS fat. I had that post-pregnancy jello belly that just sits there and does nothing. It's a fact of life those first few weeks after a baby is born. Anyway, back to today. At first I decided to ignore the comment and hope that she really said something else. Nope! She continued to repeat herself until I responded. I'm not sure if she was looking to get a reaction out of me or just really wanted me to know what she thought. I finally said, "You're right. I have a big bum and you have a little bum" and left it at that. I've always been more than a little curvy and have been blessed with what I like to refer to as pioneer genes. Man, my people could've (and did) survive well on the plains. We're sturdy women and can keep up with the best of the men. But that is no excuse. I've definitely got a few "baby pounds" left to lose. My motivation after I had Preston was just not the same as it was after Dylan was born - I had a lot more on my mind that year. My extra weight does seem to linger around my butt/hip/thigh area. It's just the way I was built. Luckily for me, Marcos doesn't seem to mind me a little on the voluptuous side. Anyway, what's a girl to do after a hard reality check like that? I took my "big butt" to the gym for a good Body Combat workout as soon as Marcos got home from work. Baby steps... You're right, Lis... "just do it" needs to be my new focus too.
2 comments:
Oh girl! What are we going to do with ourselves? LOVE US! I don't even know what I'll do when I get a reality check like that from a kid. You handled it so well. Hooray to our pioneer genes and that we are healthy and strong. Ain't no sickly, stickly, wimpy genes here. Greg is like Marcos. In fact, he has said if ever I were to get all in shape and have this rock hard body, he would miss the soft squishy Lis. I think men do like soft women. Curves really are sexy to them. I want to try Body Combat sometime! Sounds like fun.
Keep on keepin' on, I guess. You look awesome though! I've never been close enough to rock hard to worry about Marcos missing the squishy me :) If I ever do, I'm sure he'll let me know.
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